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Trying to Re-Create the Dodo
Trying to re-create the past piece by piece
Putting on the same music
Talking about the same moments
Drinking the same brand of beer
Same people
Sitting in the same places
Pulling out personalities from back then
But when attempting this impossible trick
Nothing ever feels quite the same
And it’s not
The air is not the air
The memories are memories and not the moments
The music is not fresh but dusty and stale
The people are formed
The places set
Personalities past and shaped
There is always an uneasiness when the trick inevitably fails
A failure on the part of all involved
Unable to conjure preferred past
It happens eveytime
All around the world
In living rooms
In Bars
In Attics
In Basements
At Kitchen Tables
In Backyards
In Fields
Try to hang on
It is slippery
It is a ghost
It is gone
Only to exist in memory
And when memory starts to fade
It will vanish
Like the dodo
